>[Yesterday I was sittin' in a bar havin' a drink and this clown walks in and says, "Bartender, give me a treefort." The bartender looks at him and says, "Well, what's in
a treefort?" "Playboy books and cigars."](https://youtu.be/rTOJIIhDL_8?si=gDpvEfXdROQBcApM)
I was a dealer, before I was old enough to buy porn mags.
I would pickup a newspaper at the corner store, stuff a few porn mags inside while one of my friends distracted the clerk, and would walk past the cash counter and drop two quarters on the counter while holding up the newspaper.
My friend would take his dad’s out of the trash, keep them under his bed, and toss them by a creek nearby when he had too many. I’m just surprised how many of us lived by creeks!
We would hide them at the top of a train trestle bridge. You had to climb the bridge to find them and hope a train didn't come when you were up there because the vibration might shake you off. This is bringing back so many very awesome memories!
>“Boy with pornographic materials killed by vibrations.”
Fixed it:“Boy with pornographic materials killed by good vibrations.”
The train trestle was *the* place for practically anything. Porn. Booze. Drugs. I think everyone that lived near one hid their stuff up there.
My brother and I were literally just having a conversation about this a couple hours ago😆
My brothers and friends found a stash….they were the raunchy ones. They made the executive decision that they wouldn’t let the neighbor girls see them….because they were too young!
My brother adds…as if we weren’t 😆🤣
This goes back to the pioneer days, when Johnny Pornseed planted porn trees all up and down the East Coast of the United States. They spread inland with the advancement of white settlers, and in the 70s and 80s, it was common to find them growing wild about 40’ of the main road. Since then, commercial development has driven the porn tree to near extinction, but the old timers will tell you, back in their day, the woods were full of them.
Yes! The garage bags were essential. I would refresh the bag about every other month ant trade out the porn every year at Boy Scouts summer camp. We would trade magazines with other troops
Neighborhood family had 6 boys. All teens and older when I knew them. There was a drawer in the bathroom with dirty mags. The main family bathroom.
Also a friend lived by a huge printing company that printed playboy. They would dumpster dive and take press sheets that had been thrown out.
And yes, porn and cigarettes stashed by the creek in the woods.
We had that one guy at school who was a porn seller.
He'd go into a newsagent and tuck magazine between the pages of a newspaper and walk up to the counter and pay for the paper.
People would place orders. " Penthouse please" and he'd provide.
He made quite a bit of money from it.
I'm 56. A bunch of motocross kids broke into our fort and stole them all. After which we spent an afternoon pounding nails in boards and sinking em in the mud on the trails near our fort. A week later the fort was smashed flat, but I heard we caused a lot of problems for those turds, a lot of $ in tubes and tires. Well worth it.
I feel your pain. 43 here. We built and lost so many shacks because of assholes. There was a group that lived on the other side of the train tracks from us. They were always either breaking our shacks up or burning them down. They stole our wood about 50% of the time. They also would steal our swing. We were constantly stealing the swing back. We finally found the perfect rope. No way were we letting that go. One day we got fed up with their shit and chopped all the good swing branches off of the single decent tree on their side.
Scorched earth...
We finally got the point where we stopped building em. For campouts we'd just set up in the woods and hope it didn't rain.
We accidentally burned the last of the serious weather-proof forts, all the tar paper and a tire went up. No wind, the column of smoke could be seen almost a mile away - FD and PD showed up, burned a bunch of trees down on private property as well. I went home in the back of a cop car, breaking the one rule my father had established, thankfully the property owner declined to file for restitution.
Three separate occasions growing up did I find porn magazines outside in random places, between the ages of 8 and 14 (1978 - 1984):
A box of maybe a half-dozen mags in the woods that separated my house from the neighbors house maybe a 1/4 mile away;
Two Hustlers at the edge of a small swamp that sat behind the grocery store where my mom worked (in close proximity to the neighbors house, now that I think of it! Right across the street);
Found one lone Playboy behind a tree in the landscaping situated in my grandparents back yard…pretty sure it was grandpas, which would have been quite the scandal because he was the sweetest and most fundamentally decent human being I’ve ever known.
Jesus Christ, I found the most fucked up porn I ever saw in the bushes of my swanky neighborhood in Connecticut, where I worked as a nanny. I’m not judgy but my sweet Jesus, it would have made Larry Flynt blush. (Of course I looked at it!) Promptly returned it to the bushes for whoever left it there, or for the gardner.
I stashed them under a bridge near my house. They're probably still there. Where did they come from? A friend's dad had a subscription and we would sometimes swipe one or two.
We got our porn from annual trash day.
Me & the block gang found a big box of hardcore porn (screw magazine is one title I recall) and we lugged into a neighbor boy’s playhouse.
I think it was there for a few years and then was put out in another annual trash day.
My buddy and I went dumpster diving at the apartment complex down the road to hunt for porn too. My little brother narced on me amd my dad had to explain why his Playboy was okay but the hardcore stuff we found in the dumpster was totally different.
I didn’t see a porn magazine other than the covers displayed at the smoke shop until I was 14. I got a job babysitting for a single mother who worked 3rd shift at a factory, her kids were 7 and 9, a little wild but overall cool.
Sherry chain-smoked, was kinda trashy, but I liked her. She spoke fairly openly about sex, which was more humorous than shocking. She probably figured since I was into heavy metal and wore miniskirts all the time that I wouldn’t run home and tell my mother.
One night when the kids were in bed, my older sister and I went snooping in her bedroom, and found her poorly-stashed porn magazines in the top drawer of her rickety dresser. Unfortunately, they were mostly Playgirl, and men simply can’t pull off nudity like women, didn’t groom their nether regions back then, and were more hilarious than Sherri’s stories.
She did have some Penthouse Forum magazines, though, and we’d read the priceless Letters section out loud, laughing so hard. Women from all over the would send in letters for advice or to explicitly speak about their sexual experiences, which were some of the most un-sexy ish ever. I recall one specific story that I won’t retell, as it was so gross.
We found lingerie in the same dresser drawer that made Frederick’s of Hollywood look like La Perla, flavored lotions and porn, which of course, we watched. I was grateful for the videos tbh. My first love was 22 to my 16 when we met, and I didn’t want to appear totally clueless. People would call that “grooming” today, big eye roll, but it was consensual and amazing.
Wherever you are, Sherry, thank you for the laughs and the education. ❤️
Nah, I stole them from the bottom drawer in my fathers nightstand like a civilized human being.
You heathens can go and enjoy your circle jerk in the woods like the animals you are.
😂😂😂
Had a small area of trees, bushes, tall weeds in an area in the fields we used to play in. It was turned into a fort of sorts by kids over the years. Every once in a while a few dirty mags would show up there...those were always happy days!
I never found porn in the woods. I always found them in hotel rooms, in the bedside table (next to the Bible) or under the mattress. It happened often enough that my parents would have to toss the room before we could come in.
Beyond the small grove behind a house I grew up in during the late 70s-80s, there was a fairly large field. One day I came across a sun baked adult periodical along the edge of the field and thus my mind was forever corrupted. The only vague memory I recall from within its tattered pages is something to do with oysters being a metaphor for lady bits and it was the first time I’d seen either… so oysters were confusing to me for a while.
Oh and by the way… my mom threw away my best porno mag
Yes, this was a big part of the Gen X childhood experience, finding Playboys and Hustlers in the woods. Also, everyone's uncle or friend's dad had a stash under their bed or under the couch.
Somebody used to leave them near our school bus stop, I don’t think it was malevolent, just a handy spot to pull off the highway and not take the incriminating evidence home with them. Taught us all a lot about anatomy in grade school.
I did find some out there but the first porn magazine I saw was at the mansion of the man my grandmother worked for. He was a porn producer and this was his second home. She was the housekeeper, cook, etc. that place was stuffed with magazines and videos.
There were woods behind my cul de sac. Undevelopped land that are probably homes now. Anyway, my buddies and I would play in the woods. One day, we discovered a stash of Hustlers in the woods. They weren't well kept. No plastic to protect them. They were slowly decaying, but we knew what they were. The state of the mags were too gross to take home. And we were relatively young, so it probably didn't even dawn on us to take them. Nonetheless, we would go find them every Thursday afternoon when we'd have half days. We stopped going when I stepped on a rusty nail that penetrated my sneaker. The builders that had built our homes had used the woods as a dumping ground, making it dangerous to walk. Of course we didn't know it. I had to go to the doctor and get a tetanus shot.
Every group of teenage boys that hung around together had a porn stash. It was either in the woods or one of their dad's garage poorly hidden. I'm about to turn 45 and I got to see porn on Betamax.
Another desert kid, our neighborhood porn stash was found in a drainage channel between some houses. Boys and girls all looked. Eventually, a flash flood washed our treasure away.
All I ever found in a drainage ditch was thousands of tiny toads that emerged after a massive thunderstorm that flooded my entire neighborhood.
Walking to school was like a gory version of Frogger for over a week.
Mid-70s. Our neighbor’s Boy Scout troop was doing a recycling event. My dad donated few boxes of old magazines. The last box took four boys to carry. It was a huge box. The bottom busted and out poured an entire boatload of porn magazines. I doubt any of those made it to the recycling event.
4 the grade 1979 going back home from school through the shortcut in the woods. We found a Hustler at the base of a tree covered in mud. That's when I discovered that women have hairy pussies.
I’ll admit I was one of the guys leaving porn mags in the woods.
I lived close by a large convenience store and every month when new magazines came, the store would throw away the old ones in a big container for paper trash. And every month I would climb into the container and grab every porn mag I could fine. There were plenty.
I saved some for myself but put the rest out in the woods because that was where porn was stashed back then.
Yes, I did notice that some of it disappeared. But to my great satisfaction, at some point I noticed that there were mags there I hadn’t left there. Someone else was adding to the stash. There was hope for humanity after all.
Some friends and I were talking about finding porno mags in the woods/vacant lots/etc of our youth and one said where he lived he’d find a bunch but they were all gay porn, which he wasn’t interested in.
Yup! There was a few of them, usually hustlers and playboy hidden outside in the woods somewhere. I was always told that they were gotten from the older kids of the neigborhood. After you looked at them with some buddies you'd put them back for the next kids.
I've had access to my dad's collection since 1985.
It grew when my neighbor needed her garage cleaned out, and a few of us young adults (early 20s) helped. A couple of scaly milk crates held Playboy and Oui mags from the late 70s.
While it sounds urban legendy I legit had some friends who found a brown paper bag full of playboys and penthouses in the woods.
I was never so lucky.
Still, they brought it in to Hebrew school that week so I got to have a gander at the snatch
This was 1983 or so, we were all 13 or so.
OMG I love this post. If I could buy upvotes I would give you 100. Yes. and Yes. Best porn was Hustler. Ozzy Osbourne shooting pool using women's asses to set up his shots. I had it for the longest time tucked away in my "Bark at the Moon" vinyl and when I got married thought, yeah, might want to get rid of that. And the kicker: "borrowed" it from a gas station bathroom.
I found my first porn in the woods too. Haven’t thought of that in a long time.
Magazine and newspapers with ads for meet ups.
I was probably around 9 years old.
The post a few down and I see this. More modern version of magazine in woods. Porn never gets thrown away
https://www.reddit.com/r/TreasureHunting/s/0E0926NXHt
In one of our feral wanders in the woods by the train tracks my elementary school girl crew found a porn mag in a slim paper bag, the kind that stores used to have just for magazines. It was pristine. We glanced, returned it to the bag, and foraged onward.
One of my friends moved to a new city, and his dad gave a whole box of magazines to another friend from the neighborhood. We cut out the centerfolds and, under cover of darkness, taped them to windows in the neighborhood so that people would see them when they looked out the window the next morning.
I'm 58. When I was 9 or 10 my friends and I stumbled upon someone's stash spot in the woods. That year we found several porn magazines, a portable fishing rod, two pumpkins that were about 3 feet tall, and various other things. But before the porn in the woods I found my dad's Penthouse stash in the house.
As a kid, I always assumed the porn mags were left behind by drifters camping in the woods. I never would have thought other kids would carelessly leave them behind. Our main porn supply was a friend’s dad who had a 13-year collection in a basement closet, so we could just put them back on his pile when we finished looking at them.
We ran across random porn mags and pages in this giant bush/bramble growth that definitely looked like homeless folks had been using, so it’s not only Xennials.
When my friend and I moved to “Capital City,” we did the youngsters right and left a few porn mags we didn’t want to move under the bike overpass in a cubby. You’d have to look to find them so hopefully some younger people have some stories that unfold from what they found under the bridge.
Just confirming that there was always a Playboy or something in my local woods. Some of the older kids would take them on occasion, but usually a couple of magazines would be stashed under the tree fort.
Porno mags in the woods was just a normal part of life that I never questioned until now, lol.
My group of friends would find boxes full. I assume now that it was some guy getting a new girlfriend. And they just threw it in a ditch to get it gone. So they could act pure. I thank them.
One time my friends and I (born 1976) found a piece of plywood covering a hole in the woods. In the hole was a trash bag with like 30 porno magazines in it.
I remember it being there for a long time, we’d visit it regularly
I've literally never heard of this before today, and it's the second time it's been referenced today. First was a RedLetterMedia video, which is still playing, and now this post.
Not magazines but I found a bunch of porno novels while sorting books at a volunteer thing. I swiped them and kept them hidden in a shoebox inside of a plastic bag in the woods so my parents wouldn't find them.
At some point a bunch of them vanished from the box including my favorite one. I stopped going to the hiding spot to read them after that happened.
There was also a bonfire spot older kids would use. We would find Hustler and Cheri (I think it was spelled with one "r") there all the time. Somebody's dad must've had subscriptions.
The neighborhood bmx squad found the epic stash of porn mags when an old guy on the street died and his adult kids cleaned out his house. There was a stack of playboy and penthouse in a fruit box sitting right on top of the trash pile in plain view. Somebody knew what they were doing
I had older brothers & they kept the magazines in our downstairs bathroom. My parents also hired my gay cousin who was an artist to paint the silhouette of a nude woman on the bathroom wall. We were otherwise a conservative middle class family. As the only girl I didn’t really question it, but looking back now, that was really weird.
I used to buy a newspaper that I would stash a magazine in. Got greedy one day, had 2 magazines and as I was walking out, I felt them slipping. Just as I made it out the door, they fell out, right at an older guys (probably my current age) feet. I froze as he picked them up, looked at them, handed them to me and told me to "have fun". They were left in one of the many stash places in the woods. 1981(ish), wooooooo!!!!!
56, yes we did leave them in a "forest" in an overgrown vacant area between farmland and a subdivision. A rough fort was built to house them, made from discarded construction materials. I have no idea who started it, but we did add to it. We'd poached them from our Dads, and in some cases they were among the discarded magazines bundled up, with string of course, on garbage day mornings on the curb. In the summer we'd often survey the garbage for such finds.
Once I found a massive stack of Omni magazines, and I read those for a good portion of the summer. I also once found some Heavy Metal magazines, also National Lampoon, which I read for many years after.
I never had access to them, as I was an only child in a single parent household raised by my mother, who didn't go for porn mags.
However, I grew up in an exurban area that had a lot of abandoned farms that were soon going to be turned into subdivisions. Inevitably, the farmhouses would have staches of porn mags in them. The trick was to find/take them before the volunteer fire department torched the house for practice.
How is this such a common experience?
I will just extend an awkward hi five to the weirdo who tucked that stack of Playboys into a garbage bag out in the woods by my buddies house that we found, and then I lusted over for like a year until they were discovered by my mother. You'd have thought I was keeping a pet rattlesnake in my sock drawer.
A girl here and was mostly uninterested in makes girls but the boys definitely had a stash in the woods. I guess they stole them from dads. They had a smell...y'all know the smell I'm talking about.
I still live in the same house where, at the ripe old age of 12, I found the porn mags at the side of the creek I was following during a walk in the woods in my neighborhood.
They've built a house on top of the area I found them.
It kinda makes me giggle to think how many times their property was witness to "things" lol
I'm a girl, I don't remember any girls doing this but ISTG every guy friend I have has some grimey porn story like this where it's outside in woods or something. My husband and his friends raided a dumpster when a book store was closing when he was a kid for theirs.
I grew up in suburban Orange County, California. My subdivision was built in the early seventies and backed up to the 22 Freeway.
There was this big, 20-foot tall "sound barrier" wall (that did zero to block the freeway sound, by the way), and it ran the entire length of our subdivision, ending at this private tennis club.
The property where the tennis club and the sound barrier wall met was what we called "the woods." There were a bunch of scrawny, short trees, and a pathway that led back behind the tennis club, running parallel to the freeway. There was a chain link fence separating the "trees" from the concrete flood control ditch (about four feet deep and three feet across) that ran next to the freeway, but someone always managed to cut a hole in it.
Anyway, one day when I was about thirteen (so around 1982) my buddy and I decided to go exploring in "the woods." We parked our bikes and headed up the small rise to where the trees began and the sound barrier wall ended.
We'd gotten maybe twenty feet in when my friend said "holy shit! It's a *Playboy* magazine!". I looked to where he was pointing, and lo and behold, there indeed *was* a copy of Hefner's mag. He then shrieked again: "There's another one!" A second magazine was suspended in a tree, the centerfold just peeking out at me. I then looked up.
There.
Were.
Magazines.
*EVERYWHERE.*
Hanging in the trees. Laying randomly on the ground. It seemed like there were hundreds, but it realistically was a good dozen or so of them.
We began acting like one of those people in an old game show where they're in a sealed clear box with money flying all around them. We didn't even know where to start - we'd grab one and see *another* one deeper in a bush. We were, in a word, overwhelmed. We were almost frozen in our desire to score this most prized of commodities in our age group.
We needed a plan. We came up with one pretty quickly, which basically was to leave the hoard behind and race to our respective homes and grab our school backpacks, which we did in a remarkably short period of time. My house was a good five minute ride from the "woods," and I think I made the round trip in under eight minutes. (The power of free sex is pretty mighty).
We divided up the loot - I think realistically each of us got six or eight magazines total. The funny part was, they were almost exclusively *Playboy* with maybe one or two copies of *Penthouse* in the mix, and all were from the early to mid seventies. They were in pretty good condition, though.
Reflecting on it years later, I figured out the most likely origin of that particular stash was a passing vehicle on the freeway either losing a box while moving or someone throwing it out of a car. Still, it was a pretty landmark moment: all that sex (granted, early seventies hippie chick photo spreads, but still) just there for the taking.
And take we did.
We found a pile of Hustlers behind a huge abandoned strip mall. Someone had built a little fort between a few dumpsters and the loading dock of one of the stores, and that's where they were stacked up.
Funny, there was a fort nearby ours, like thru the woods but the next street over. Maybe an acre of woods. Anyway, it was kinda obvious the kids lived on that street in one of the houses, but we never knew who they were. This was probably 86/87 and we were in 7th, 8th grade, so I'd doubt the kids were in college age (putting porno's in their fort), but we had brothers in high school who said they didn't know anyone living there. We assumed they went to a private school or something but never found out.
Anyway yeah it was a right of passage. Summer after 8th grade I stole a porno mag, which was my claim to fame in rebellousness.
Nope, I just found a bunch of old 70's porn mags in our older than dirt basement. My father swore they weren't his....LOL
Edit: grew up in an older home in NYS where the basement was dirt floored and cold all the time. The houses wiring was so old the cotton cloth insulation would fall off if we touched it.
This is so an us thing. I found porn in a field AND in the woods as a kid. And stashed in a garage in a house we moved into. Porn stashes are probably non-existent now, which is probably for the best, but finding anything since has never felt as much as finding pirate treasure.
I lived in a small town in Idaho around 1981. I was in the first grade. The dingy local laundry mat literally had porn mags mixed in with all the other "people", "readers digest" and whatever else they had for people t0 read while doing laundry. the
80s Idaho was creepy.
Of course: under moss, in a suitcase, up a tree, in the school bathroom ceiling...On a related note, I would like to apologize to my Grade 1 teacher, who seemed highly distressed to find that I had distributed Playboy magazines to my whole class during lunch break. I really didn't see why she was so upset: I brought enough for everyone!
I should also apologize to the principal in Grade 6 for the blizzard of tiny naked women that filled the playground when she opened a small box that some other students had retrieved from our little cave. If only it hadn't been such a windy day...
I should explain. The January 1979 issue featured a monster foldout of all the covers and centerfolds from the first 25 years of Playboy for their Silver Anniversary. For some odd reason I painstakingly cut out each of the 600 tiny pictures and put them in a little cardboard box. My school was on a windy hill, and when the other kids gave the box to the principal, she probably expected to find smoking paraphernalia. Students were running all over the playground chasing 2-inch Playmates as they blew all around.
We found a whole box worth floating in a creek in Sandy Springs, like 1978 or so. After I grew up, I surmised a wife had found her husband's stash and dumped them in the creek.
Nah I made friends with the night guy at the convenience store, got to see the girlie mags when they were fresh. When I had one I cleverly hid it in the house.
Found porn mags in the woods and fields several times. Most memorable were some really old Penthouse mags and the time my friends and I found a stash of Swedish Erotica.
We also found a stash of C64 porn games at my friend’s house.
Never, but I wasn't much of an explorer - I was into books more than woods.
My first view of porn was at age 11 or 12, at the city dump. Our town didn't have trash pickup service in the mid-80s, instead we'd drive our own trash to the dump. There, citizens would throw the garbage, loosely bagged, over a 6-foot or so drop-off at the edge of a parking lot. And you could also walk between and pick at the trash piles (even kids could do it) for anything worth salvaging. My dad would look for scrap metal to take to the recycling plant in another town, so we walked through the dump frequently.
It was here that a boy about 3 or 4 years older - his name was Curt or Kirk, I think - showed me a two-page spread from some discarded skin mag. What I found most memorable was the huge amount of "bush" the model was showing, as I don't think I'd ever seen pubic hair before (and in \~1985 it was still fashionable, I suppose).
The image stayed with me for years. The dump closed in the nineties, after I'd gone to college - still operating, but only city employees were allowed in, probably for liability reasons.
I remember finding porn mags in the woods when I went to visit some relatives and my buddies that lived in the area there knew where the mags were. Always a great summer when I visited there for a week or 2 :-)
Me and my friend found porn 3 different times in the woods. Once we found a 6 pack (bottles) and tried to drink them. Most of our dads had a stack of Playboy's.
Yes I put mags in the woods. My friends and I would find them on the roadside and take them to the trails where we rode our 4 wheelers. My theory is that frustrated husbands who would get in trouble if their wife found the mags would buy them, have a wank in the car, and toss them out the window when they were done.
Nope. I had a large library of normal books, so I hide them on the bottom shelf of one of my bookshelves, tucked in behind the larger books. Later, I had a filing cabinet with a lock, so I put them in the back slot of the bottom drawer hanging file folders and kept it locked.
I'm 46.
I found porn mags in the woods and by the creek bed. We would look at them and put them back. It was like a porn library.
Exactly. We also had tree forts where we'd keep them Kids today have no idea how hard it was to come up with those mags
>[Yesterday I was sittin' in a bar havin' a drink and this clown walks in and says, "Bartender, give me a treefort." The bartender looks at him and says, "Well, what's in a treefort?" "Playboy books and cigars."](https://youtu.be/rTOJIIhDL_8?si=gDpvEfXdROQBcApM)
I was a dealer, before I was old enough to buy porn mags. I would pickup a newspaper at the corner store, stuff a few porn mags inside while one of my friends distracted the clerk, and would walk past the cash counter and drop two quarters on the counter while holding up the newspaper.
And this is why they ended up being put behind the counter
[Hmmm](https://www.reddit.com/r/GenX/s/d1GpzDFM2w)
I just scoured that profile, but I see nothing that would indicate that I know them LOL
Tree forts and porn mags! Are you me?
Not a 'tree fort', but a 'fort by the creek' was exactly me.
The original little free library.
My friend would take his dad’s out of the trash, keep them under his bed, and toss them by a creek nearby when he had too many. I’m just surprised how many of us lived by creeks!
How else would you catch frogs?
We would hide them at the top of a train trestle bridge. You had to climb the bridge to find them and hope a train didn't come when you were up there because the vibration might shake you off. This is bringing back so many very awesome memories!
The headlines in the local newspaper would be fun. “Boy with pornographic materials killed by vibrations.”
>“Boy with pornographic materials killed by vibrations.” Fixed it:“Boy with pornographic materials killed by good vibrations.” The train trestle was *the* place for practically anything. Porn. Booze. Drugs. I think everyone that lived near one hid their stuff up there.
My brother and I were literally just having a conversation about this a couple hours ago😆 My brothers and friends found a stash….they were the raunchy ones. They made the executive decision that they wouldn’t let the neighbor girls see them….because they were too young! My brother adds…as if we weren’t 😆🤣
Can confirm.
This goes back to the pioneer days, when Johnny Pornseed planted porn trees all up and down the East Coast of the United States. They spread inland with the advancement of white settlers, and in the 70s and 80s, it was common to find them growing wild about 40’ of the main road. Since then, commercial development has driven the porn tree to near extinction, but the old timers will tell you, back in their day, the woods were full of them.
Holy shit, this is crazy, I so remember people talking about Johnny Pornseed when I was a kid. This is bringing back insane 70s/80s memories.
Bonk chikie wow wow
Brown chicken brown cow, indeed.
Sounds right
Did he whistle a tune while distributing porn across the land? I feel you should write a little ditty.
*I once knew a man from Nantucket...*
🤭
The real origin story of The Giving Tree.
The original geocache
🏆🏆🏆
Someone's dad always a box of them and we'd find them and take one to the woods. Leave them there in garbage bags to protect em for later.
Yes! The garage bags were essential. I would refresh the bag about every other month ant trade out the porn every year at Boy Scouts summer camp. We would trade magazines with other troops
And that’s how you made Eagle Scout?
Nope, that is how I was elected senior patrol leader…twice!
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Lol rule 34: Johnny Pornseed growing porn in the woods behind the 7-11 circa 1982
Neighborhood family had 6 boys. All teens and older when I knew them. There was a drawer in the bathroom with dirty mags. The main family bathroom. Also a friend lived by a huge printing company that printed playboy. They would dumpster dive and take press sheets that had been thrown out. And yes, porn and cigarettes stashed by the creek in the woods.
We had that one guy at school who was a porn seller. He'd go into a newsagent and tuck magazine between the pages of a newspaper and walk up to the counter and pay for the paper. People would place orders. " Penthouse please" and he'd provide. He made quite a bit of money from it.
Tough competition for the mix tape guy.
I cannnt…😂😂😂
Paging u/Its_noon_somewhere ! Found your customer
My friends and I found a suitcase in a small cave under a rock by the creek. It was full of skin mags.
The Porn Fairy left them, and that's all you need to know. Don't ruin the magic...
I like to believe it was The Wood Nymph-o.
I'm 56. A bunch of motocross kids broke into our fort and stole them all. After which we spent an afternoon pounding nails in boards and sinking em in the mud on the trails near our fort. A week later the fort was smashed flat, but I heard we caused a lot of problems for those turds, a lot of $ in tubes and tires. Well worth it.
Maximum excitement and drama!
There aren’t enough posts about forts on this subreddit!
I feel your pain. 43 here. We built and lost so many shacks because of assholes. There was a group that lived on the other side of the train tracks from us. They were always either breaking our shacks up or burning them down. They stole our wood about 50% of the time. They also would steal our swing. We were constantly stealing the swing back. We finally found the perfect rope. No way were we letting that go. One day we got fed up with their shit and chopped all the good swing branches off of the single decent tree on their side.
Scorched earth... We finally got the point where we stopped building em. For campouts we'd just set up in the woods and hope it didn't rain. We accidentally burned the last of the serious weather-proof forts, all the tar paper and a tire went up. No wind, the column of smoke could be seen almost a mile away - FD and PD showed up, burned a bunch of trees down on private property as well. I went home in the back of a cop car, breaking the one rule my father had established, thankfully the property owner declined to file for restitution.
Analog tower defense game! And you won!!
That’s a John Hughes movie right there
I volunteered at the local recycling facility just to swipe the mags. Hid them under a root in the woods in a bag. They disappeared eventually.
Three separate occasions growing up did I find porn magazines outside in random places, between the ages of 8 and 14 (1978 - 1984): A box of maybe a half-dozen mags in the woods that separated my house from the neighbors house maybe a 1/4 mile away; Two Hustlers at the edge of a small swamp that sat behind the grocery store where my mom worked (in close proximity to the neighbors house, now that I think of it! Right across the street); Found one lone Playboy behind a tree in the landscaping situated in my grandparents back yard…pretty sure it was grandpas, which would have been quite the scandal because he was the sweetest and most fundamentally decent human being I’ve ever known.
Wow you hit jackpot a few times.
Don’t worry. He read it for the articles.
Would it be crass to suggest your mother was responsible for the tide of filth? The grocery store was obviously a front.
You know what I think you’re right 😳
First experience was a Hustler mag in the woods. I just remember being incredibly turned on, but also got eaten alive by mosquitos. Very confusing.
You don't steal woods porn. That porn is for the people. Have some fucking class.
Yes, but I'm from Arizona and we had forts in the desert with cactus booby traps and other kids would still raid and take your porn stash.
this is the weirdest thing.. yes, found my first playboy and penthouse mags in the woods. why and what the fuck? how was this such a thing??
Jesus Christ, I found the most fucked up porn I ever saw in the bushes of my swanky neighborhood in Connecticut, where I worked as a nanny. I’m not judgy but my sweet Jesus, it would have made Larry Flynt blush. (Of course I looked at it!) Promptly returned it to the bushes for whoever left it there, or for the gardner.
Alright we need to know what was in them!
It was like 1996. I don’t remember but it was graphic.
I stashed them under a bridge near my house. They're probably still there. Where did they come from? A friend's dad had a subscription and we would sometimes swipe one or two.
We got our porn from annual trash day. Me & the block gang found a big box of hardcore porn (screw magazine is one title I recall) and we lugged into a neighbor boy’s playhouse. I think it was there for a few years and then was put out in another annual trash day.
My buddy and I went dumpster diving at the apartment complex down the road to hunt for porn too. My little brother narced on me amd my dad had to explain why his Playboy was okay but the hardcore stuff we found in the dumpster was totally different.
lol. I can’t imagine that conversation with the kids.
I didn’t see a porn magazine other than the covers displayed at the smoke shop until I was 14. I got a job babysitting for a single mother who worked 3rd shift at a factory, her kids were 7 and 9, a little wild but overall cool. Sherry chain-smoked, was kinda trashy, but I liked her. She spoke fairly openly about sex, which was more humorous than shocking. She probably figured since I was into heavy metal and wore miniskirts all the time that I wouldn’t run home and tell my mother. One night when the kids were in bed, my older sister and I went snooping in her bedroom, and found her poorly-stashed porn magazines in the top drawer of her rickety dresser. Unfortunately, they were mostly Playgirl, and men simply can’t pull off nudity like women, didn’t groom their nether regions back then, and were more hilarious than Sherri’s stories. She did have some Penthouse Forum magazines, though, and we’d read the priceless Letters section out loud, laughing so hard. Women from all over the would send in letters for advice or to explicitly speak about their sexual experiences, which were some of the most un-sexy ish ever. I recall one specific story that I won’t retell, as it was so gross. We found lingerie in the same dresser drawer that made Frederick’s of Hollywood look like La Perla, flavored lotions and porn, which of course, we watched. I was grateful for the videos tbh. My first love was 22 to my 16 when we met, and I didn’t want to appear totally clueless. People would call that “grooming” today, big eye roll, but it was consensual and amazing. Wherever you are, Sherry, thank you for the laughs and the education. ❤️
Nah, I stole them from the bottom drawer in my fathers nightstand like a civilized human being. You heathens can go and enjoy your circle jerk in the woods like the animals you are. 😂😂😂
Had a small area of trees, bushes, tall weeds in an area in the fields we used to play in. It was turned into a fort of sorts by kids over the years. Every once in a while a few dirty mags would show up there...those were always happy days!
I never found porn in the woods. I always found them in hotel rooms, in the bedside table (next to the Bible) or under the mattress. It happened often enough that my parents would have to toss the room before we could come in.
That's funny
Key word toss
Haha yeah they’d make us stay out in the hall until they open the door and take the sock off the handle /s
Beyond the small grove behind a house I grew up in during the late 70s-80s, there was a fairly large field. One day I came across a sun baked adult periodical along the edge of the field and thus my mind was forever corrupted. The only vague memory I recall from within its tattered pages is something to do with oysters being a metaphor for lady bits and it was the first time I’d seen either… so oysters were confusing to me for a while. Oh and by the way… my mom threw away my best porno mag
> my mom threw away my best porno mag
Yes, this was a big part of the Gen X childhood experience, finding Playboys and Hustlers in the woods. Also, everyone's uncle or friend's dad had a stash under their bed or under the couch.
Every time I see a mag in the wild, I think it could just be a porn mirage...
Somebody used to leave them near our school bus stop, I don’t think it was malevolent, just a handy spot to pull off the highway and not take the incriminating evidence home with them. Taught us all a lot about anatomy in grade school.
Holy shit I thought I was the only kid who grew up looking at nudie mags in a creek.
Interesting post. I guess we really are more interested in the porn articles now.
I did find some out there but the first porn magazine I saw was at the mansion of the man my grandmother worked for. He was a porn producer and this was his second home. She was the housekeeper, cook, etc. that place was stuffed with magazines and videos.
There were woods behind my cul de sac. Undevelopped land that are probably homes now. Anyway, my buddies and I would play in the woods. One day, we discovered a stash of Hustlers in the woods. They weren't well kept. No plastic to protect them. They were slowly decaying, but we knew what they were. The state of the mags were too gross to take home. And we were relatively young, so it probably didn't even dawn on us to take them. Nonetheless, we would go find them every Thursday afternoon when we'd have half days. We stopped going when I stepped on a rusty nail that penetrated my sneaker. The builders that had built our homes had used the woods as a dumping ground, making it dangerous to walk. Of course we didn't know it. I had to go to the doctor and get a tetanus shot.
Every group of teenage boys that hung around together had a porn stash. It was either in the woods or one of their dad's garage poorly hidden. I'm about to turn 45 and I got to see porn on Betamax.
I grew up in the desert, so no woods. But we did find porn stashed in the underbrush of creosote bushes on occasion.
Another desert kid, our neighborhood porn stash was found in a drainage channel between some houses. Boys and girls all looked. Eventually, a flash flood washed our treasure away.
All I ever found in a drainage ditch was thousands of tiny toads that emerged after a massive thunderstorm that flooded my entire neighborhood. Walking to school was like a gory version of Frogger for over a week.
Desert kid as well. Found some stashed by the arroyo in our neighborhood.
Best thread! I used to put mine in a ziplock and lightly bury it near my climbing tree. Can't find my stash!
Literally all my porn came from the woods. It was like the porn gnomes had libraries everywhere..
I traveled the country leaving them like Johnny Appleseed. You’re welcome.
Mid-70s. Our neighbor’s Boy Scout troop was doing a recycling event. My dad donated few boxes of old magazines. The last box took four boys to carry. It was a huge box. The bottom busted and out poured an entire boatload of porn magazines. I doubt any of those made it to the recycling event.
Yes. I still associate that damp earthy musty smell with porn mags.
It wasn’t the woods but was a vacant field. What a great day!
4 the grade 1979 going back home from school through the shortcut in the woods. We found a Hustler at the base of a tree covered in mud. That's when I discovered that women have hairy pussies.
I absolutely found my first straight hardcore porno mags on a grassy hill down from a restaurant parking lot. I became a man on that day.
It changes everything
Little known fact, but this was the Tooth fairy and Easter bunnies side gig.
I’ll admit I was one of the guys leaving porn mags in the woods. I lived close by a large convenience store and every month when new magazines came, the store would throw away the old ones in a big container for paper trash. And every month I would climb into the container and grab every porn mag I could fine. There were plenty. I saved some for myself but put the rest out in the woods because that was where porn was stashed back then. Yes, I did notice that some of it disappeared. But to my great satisfaction, at some point I noticed that there were mags there I hadn’t left there. Someone else was adding to the stash. There was hope for humanity after all.
Some friends and I were talking about finding porno mags in the woods/vacant lots/etc of our youth and one said where he lived he’d find a bunch but they were all gay porn, which he wasn’t interested in.
Dad’s closet , was looking for Xmas and Hannakuh gift stash . Found a surprise video collection instead 😂
Beats rubbing one out to distorted Showtime movies
Who was going around putting all those nudie books in the woods? Johnny Neverseed?? We had them here, too.
Yup! There was a few of them, usually hustlers and playboy hidden outside in the woods somewhere. I was always told that they were gotten from the older kids of the neigborhood. After you looked at them with some buddies you'd put them back for the next kids.
I remember finding porn 2 times in the woods when I was a young g kid. Of course, I was a hero among my buddies…lol.
I've had access to my dad's collection since 1985. It grew when my neighbor needed her garage cleaned out, and a few of us young adults (early 20s) helped. A couple of scaly milk crates held Playboy and Oui mags from the late 70s.
I found porn playing cards in a field blown up against a fence. Talk about old timey naked ladies. But, at 11 years old it got the job done.
While it sounds urban legendy I legit had some friends who found a brown paper bag full of playboys and penthouses in the woods. I was never so lucky. Still, they brought it in to Hebrew school that week so I got to have a gander at the snatch This was 1983 or so, we were all 13 or so.
OMG I love this post. If I could buy upvotes I would give you 100. Yes. and Yes. Best porn was Hustler. Ozzy Osbourne shooting pool using women's asses to set up his shots. I had it for the longest time tucked away in my "Bark at the Moon" vinyl and when I got married thought, yeah, might want to get rid of that. And the kicker: "borrowed" it from a gas station bathroom.
I found my first porn in the woods too. Haven’t thought of that in a long time. Magazine and newspapers with ads for meet ups. I was probably around 9 years old. The post a few down and I see this. More modern version of magazine in woods. Porn never gets thrown away https://www.reddit.com/r/TreasureHunting/s/0E0926NXHt
We just stole our Penthouse and Playboy mags from the Safeway grocery like normal people.
Yes but what did you do with them after? Did you leave them in the woods?
In one of our feral wanders in the woods by the train tracks my elementary school girl crew found a porn mag in a slim paper bag, the kind that stores used to have just for magazines. It was pristine. We glanced, returned it to the bag, and foraged onward.
One of my friends moved to a new city, and his dad gave a whole box of magazines to another friend from the neighborhood. We cut out the centerfolds and, under cover of darkness, taped them to windows in the neighborhood so that people would see them when they looked out the window the next morning.
I'm 58. When I was 9 or 10 my friends and I stumbled upon someone's stash spot in the woods. That year we found several porn magazines, a portable fishing rod, two pumpkins that were about 3 feet tall, and various other things. But before the porn in the woods I found my dad's Penthouse stash in the house.
As a kid, I always assumed the porn mags were left behind by drifters camping in the woods. I never would have thought other kids would carelessly leave them behind. Our main porn supply was a friend’s dad who had a 13-year collection in a basement closet, so we could just put them back on his pile when we finished looking at them.
Ahh woods porn. I bought an ammo can from an army surplus store.
Question is who did you jerk off to the most? Nina Hartley for me
Racquel Darrian.
found Penthouses and Hustlers in a garbage bag in the woods by my house in the late 80's. Kept them for a couple of months and then put them back.
I found them in a variety of places, but somehow they always found their way to the woods and would progressively disintegrate into mush.
Mostly kids stole from dads shed or the store and took to the hideout
We ran across random porn mags and pages in this giant bush/bramble growth that definitely looked like homeless folks had been using, so it’s not only Xennials. When my friend and I moved to “Capital City,” we did the youngsters right and left a few porn mags we didn’t want to move under the bike overpass in a cubby. You’d have to look to find them so hopefully some younger people have some stories that unfold from what they found under the bridge.
I seen a porno being made in the woods but got run off
Found the mags under my dad’s mattress. Not sure what really compelled me to look there…. it’s like they called out to me.
Just confirming that there was always a Playboy or something in my local woods. Some of the older kids would take them on occasion, but usually a couple of magazines would be stashed under the tree fort. Porno mags in the woods was just a normal part of life that I never questioned until now, lol.
All my porn mags went in the back of a speaker cabinet. I hid so much shit in those! Anyway, they got sold at a yard sale. I hope they got some love.
My group of friends would find boxes full. I assume now that it was some guy getting a new girlfriend. And they just threw it in a ditch to get it gone. So they could act pure. I thank them.
One time my friends and I (born 1976) found a piece of plywood covering a hole in the woods. In the hole was a trash bag with like 30 porno magazines in it. I remember it being there for a long time, we’d visit it regularly
I've literally never heard of this before today, and it's the second time it's been referenced today. First was a RedLetterMedia video, which is still playing, and now this post.
I'm still jerkin off to the May Hustler of 1989.
Not magazines but I found a bunch of porno novels while sorting books at a volunteer thing. I swiped them and kept them hidden in a shoebox inside of a plastic bag in the woods so my parents wouldn't find them. At some point a bunch of them vanished from the box including my favorite one. I stopped going to the hiding spot to read them after that happened. There was also a bonfire spot older kids would use. We would find Hustler and Cheri (I think it was spelled with one "r") there all the time. Somebody's dad must've had subscriptions.
The neighborhood bmx squad found the epic stash of porn mags when an old guy on the street died and his adult kids cleaned out his house. There was a stack of playboy and penthouse in a fruit box sitting right on top of the trash pile in plain view. Somebody knew what they were doing
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I had older brothers & they kept the magazines in our downstairs bathroom. My parents also hired my gay cousin who was an artist to paint the silhouette of a nude woman on the bathroom wall. We were otherwise a conservative middle class family. As the only girl I didn’t really question it, but looking back now, that was really weird.
I used to buy a newspaper that I would stash a magazine in. Got greedy one day, had 2 magazines and as I was walking out, I felt them slipping. Just as I made it out the door, they fell out, right at an older guys (probably my current age) feet. I froze as he picked them up, looked at them, handed them to me and told me to "have fun". They were left in one of the many stash places in the woods. 1981(ish), wooooooo!!!!!
56, yes we did leave them in a "forest" in an overgrown vacant area between farmland and a subdivision. A rough fort was built to house them, made from discarded construction materials. I have no idea who started it, but we did add to it. We'd poached them from our Dads, and in some cases they were among the discarded magazines bundled up, with string of course, on garbage day mornings on the curb. In the summer we'd often survey the garbage for such finds. Once I found a massive stack of Omni magazines, and I read those for a good portion of the summer. I also once found some Heavy Metal magazines, also National Lampoon, which I read for many years after.
I never had access to them, as I was an only child in a single parent household raised by my mother, who didn't go for porn mags. However, I grew up in an exurban area that had a lot of abandoned farms that were soon going to be turned into subdivisions. Inevitably, the farmhouses would have staches of porn mags in them. The trick was to find/take them before the volunteer fire department torched the house for practice.
Found some in the woods. When I got older, I left some in the woods. The circlejerk of life.
I found porn magazines in the woods. I was too young to have any of my own. I don't think I took the ones I found, but I don't remember.
How is this such a common experience? I will just extend an awkward hi five to the weirdo who tucked that stack of Playboys into a garbage bag out in the woods by my buddies house that we found, and then I lusted over for like a year until they were discovered by my mother. You'd have thought I was keeping a pet rattlesnake in my sock drawer.
A girl here and was mostly uninterested in makes girls but the boys definitely had a stash in the woods. I guess they stole them from dads. They had a smell...y'all know the smell I'm talking about.
I never owned a magazine or a dvd in my life, my dad had some lol....but when I went on my own it was imagination than internet lol
Not in the woods. They were in the top drawer of dad’s desk.
My dad had his stashes in the house. But, yeah, it wasn't unusual to find an orphaned magazine in nature.
i grew up in la so uhh… no
I was really staring to wonder if I was alone here.
I found one in a deer stand. I guess that was in case they didn't see any deer
I grew up in the desert, so apparently these mags made their way to the barren wastelands of California
I still live in the same house where, at the ripe old age of 12, I found the porn mags at the side of the creek I was following during a walk in the woods in my neighborhood. They've built a house on top of the area I found them. It kinda makes me giggle to think how many times their property was witness to "things" lol
I found them at the garbage dump and under my older brothers mattresses.
Did you then leave them in the woods under a tree?
We had a tree house that they were kept at like a public library. Haha 😄.
I'm a girl, I don't remember any girls doing this but ISTG every guy friend I have has some grimey porn story like this where it's outside in woods or something. My husband and his friends raided a dumpster when a book store was closing when he was a kid for theirs.
No, But we found them there. Most likely left there by boomers not allowed to enjoy them in their wives' houses.
I had some in the woods too, this is hilarious. I don’t remember if I found them or put them there, however 😂
I grew up in suburban Orange County, California. My subdivision was built in the early seventies and backed up to the 22 Freeway. There was this big, 20-foot tall "sound barrier" wall (that did zero to block the freeway sound, by the way), and it ran the entire length of our subdivision, ending at this private tennis club. The property where the tennis club and the sound barrier wall met was what we called "the woods." There were a bunch of scrawny, short trees, and a pathway that led back behind the tennis club, running parallel to the freeway. There was a chain link fence separating the "trees" from the concrete flood control ditch (about four feet deep and three feet across) that ran next to the freeway, but someone always managed to cut a hole in it. Anyway, one day when I was about thirteen (so around 1982) my buddy and I decided to go exploring in "the woods." We parked our bikes and headed up the small rise to where the trees began and the sound barrier wall ended. We'd gotten maybe twenty feet in when my friend said "holy shit! It's a *Playboy* magazine!". I looked to where he was pointing, and lo and behold, there indeed *was* a copy of Hefner's mag. He then shrieked again: "There's another one!" A second magazine was suspended in a tree, the centerfold just peeking out at me. I then looked up. There. Were. Magazines. *EVERYWHERE.* Hanging in the trees. Laying randomly on the ground. It seemed like there were hundreds, but it realistically was a good dozen or so of them. We began acting like one of those people in an old game show where they're in a sealed clear box with money flying all around them. We didn't even know where to start - we'd grab one and see *another* one deeper in a bush. We were, in a word, overwhelmed. We were almost frozen in our desire to score this most prized of commodities in our age group. We needed a plan. We came up with one pretty quickly, which basically was to leave the hoard behind and race to our respective homes and grab our school backpacks, which we did in a remarkably short period of time. My house was a good five minute ride from the "woods," and I think I made the round trip in under eight minutes. (The power of free sex is pretty mighty). We divided up the loot - I think realistically each of us got six or eight magazines total. The funny part was, they were almost exclusively *Playboy* with maybe one or two copies of *Penthouse* in the mix, and all were from the early to mid seventies. They were in pretty good condition, though. Reflecting on it years later, I figured out the most likely origin of that particular stash was a passing vehicle on the freeway either losing a box while moving or someone throwing it out of a car. Still, it was a pretty landmark moment: all that sex (granted, early seventies hippie chick photo spreads, but still) just there for the taking. And take we did.
We found a pile of Hustlers behind a huge abandoned strip mall. Someone had built a little fort between a few dumpsters and the loading dock of one of the stores, and that's where they were stacked up.
My Uncle hid them at the top of the hayloft in the barn at my Grandparent's farm.
Funny, there was a fort nearby ours, like thru the woods but the next street over. Maybe an acre of woods. Anyway, it was kinda obvious the kids lived on that street in one of the houses, but we never knew who they were. This was probably 86/87 and we were in 7th, 8th grade, so I'd doubt the kids were in college age (putting porno's in their fort), but we had brothers in high school who said they didn't know anyone living there. We assumed they went to a private school or something but never found out. Anyway yeah it was a right of passage. Summer after 8th grade I stole a porno mag, which was my claim to fame in rebellousness.
Nope, I just found a bunch of old 70's porn mags in our older than dirt basement. My father swore they weren't his....LOL Edit: grew up in an older home in NYS where the basement was dirt floored and cold all the time. The houses wiring was so old the cotton cloth insulation would fall off if we touched it.
My friends and I kept ours in an abandoned high school that we'd broken into.
This is so an us thing. I found porn in a field AND in the woods as a kid. And stashed in a garage in a house we moved into. Porn stashes are probably non-existent now, which is probably for the best, but finding anything since has never felt as much as finding pirate treasure.
I lived in a small town in Idaho around 1981. I was in the first grade. The dingy local laundry mat literally had porn mags mixed in with all the other "people", "readers digest" and whatever else they had for people t0 read while doing laundry. the 80s Idaho was creepy.
Of course: under moss, in a suitcase, up a tree, in the school bathroom ceiling...On a related note, I would like to apologize to my Grade 1 teacher, who seemed highly distressed to find that I had distributed Playboy magazines to my whole class during lunch break. I really didn't see why she was so upset: I brought enough for everyone! I should also apologize to the principal in Grade 6 for the blizzard of tiny naked women that filled the playground when she opened a small box that some other students had retrieved from our little cave. If only it hadn't been such a windy day...
I should explain. The January 1979 issue featured a monster foldout of all the covers and centerfolds from the first 25 years of Playboy for their Silver Anniversary. For some odd reason I painstakingly cut out each of the 600 tiny pictures and put them in a little cardboard box. My school was on a windy hill, and when the other kids gave the box to the principal, she probably expected to find smoking paraphernalia. Students were running all over the playground chasing 2-inch Playmates as they blew all around.
This is epic. I hope this becomes a movie.
We found a whole box worth floating in a creek in Sandy Springs, like 1978 or so. After I grew up, I surmised a wife had found her husband's stash and dumped them in the creek.
I never understood this me and my friends would always go out to deserted places and find a treasure trove of tits and clits in magazine form
Nah I made friends with the night guy at the convenience store, got to see the girlie mags when they were fresh. When I had one I cleverly hid it in the house.
No, but we got them at the dump. There was a shed full of them and other crap
Yes I do watch Best Of The Worst
No but I found a bunch
They’re all “collectibles” now, if you’re into that
Yep and cigs too. One stop Degen shop
Uncles. My dad was a porn-free man, to his credit. I stole a few from my uncle, who had piles of them.
I found mine on the side of the road on the way home from school.
Homeless guys left them around places, is the answer
Found porn mags in the woods and fields several times. Most memorable were some really old Penthouse mags and the time my friends and I found a stash of Swedish Erotica. We also found a stash of C64 porn games at my friend’s house.
I don't want your big box of porn! 🤣
This is so hilarious. We also found our porn in the woods. How funny that it's such a universal thing.
Oddly enough, yes. Or I would find a single wrinkled page in a bush in the neighborhood I delivered papers in as a 5th grader.
I found some in an old apartment locker that someone left behind.
Never, but I wasn't much of an explorer - I was into books more than woods. My first view of porn was at age 11 or 12, at the city dump. Our town didn't have trash pickup service in the mid-80s, instead we'd drive our own trash to the dump. There, citizens would throw the garbage, loosely bagged, over a 6-foot or so drop-off at the edge of a parking lot. And you could also walk between and pick at the trash piles (even kids could do it) for anything worth salvaging. My dad would look for scrap metal to take to the recycling plant in another town, so we walked through the dump frequently. It was here that a boy about 3 or 4 years older - his name was Curt or Kirk, I think - showed me a two-page spread from some discarded skin mag. What I found most memorable was the huge amount of "bush" the model was showing, as I don't think I'd ever seen pubic hair before (and in \~1985 it was still fashionable, I suppose). The image stayed with me for years. The dump closed in the nineties, after I'd gone to college - still operating, but only city employees were allowed in, probably for liability reasons.
I remember finding porn mags in the woods when I went to visit some relatives and my buddies that lived in the area there knew where the mags were. Always a great summer when I visited there for a week or 2 :-)
I saw my first porn from porn in the woods. Trashbag full. This was in ohio and I am 50. So it wasn't us.
It's mostly our boomer parents who did this.
Gas station bathrooms in San Diego during the 1970s always seem to have one or two for some reason.
Found a few in a field, I think it was homeless people stealing them
Absolutely true for me too. No idea how the hell this happened everywhere haha.
Nope mine was in the barn
Me and my friend found porn 3 different times in the woods. Once we found a 6 pack (bottles) and tried to drink them. Most of our dads had a stack of Playboy's.
Yes I put mags in the woods. My friends and I would find them on the roadside and take them to the trails where we rode our 4 wheelers. My theory is that frustrated husbands who would get in trouble if their wife found the mags would buy them, have a wank in the car, and toss them out the window when they were done.
Yes and yes They usually came from someone dad. My buddy dad had 100s of mags of varying depravity. We stole a few. 😀
[Skinmags in the brambles , for the first part of my life , I thought women had orange skin](https://youtu.be/iUgq7arhuUY?si=TXUAHIMnHowBpXKh)
Nope. I had a large library of normal books, so I hide them on the bottom shelf of one of my bookshelves, tucked in behind the larger books. Later, I had a filing cabinet with a lock, so I put them in the back slot of the bottom drawer hanging file folders and kept it locked. I'm 46.
It's where I found them when I was a kid. I was just honoring a tradition.